Burnt

No crackling sounds,
or smouldering embers,
not even a hint of a wisp of smoke,
no heat felt at all.
Still, a fire rages,
scorching through the canyons of my memory,
in sweltering waves of loss,
without a whimper, or a thundering roar.
Yet,
I stand alone, seemingly unscathed,
but,
burnt to my very core.